So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapours both, away; Turn thou, ghost, that way, and let me turn this, And let our selves benight our happiest day. We asked none leave to love, nor will we owe Any so cheap a death as saying, Go. Go; and if that word have not quite killed thee, Ease me with death by bidding me got too. Oh, if it have, let my word work on me, And a just office on a murderer do. Except it be too late to kill me so, Being double dead: going, and bidding go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS |